Where would the leaf be
without the branch
The cowboy drifting
without the ranch
Where would the wave be
without the sea
Its motion unformed,
adrift unseen
Where would a song be
without a voice
A silent concert,
a barren choice
And where would you be
without your soul
Condemned to matter,
not half—not whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2018)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem! Really woderful!